The Twitter Tale prompt this week taxes the imagination. Is this a conflict between nature and man? Did the bird eat the head? Of course, not but maybe the bird (with the help of friends) took the head somewhere else for later consumption. Is this a member of the clergy ministering to wayward scarecrows? Perhaps this was an event greeter from Woodstock. Many people lost their heads at Woodstock, and even if the head was not lost during the event, the loss might have occurred with time. The passage of time is marked by the loss of many parts and functions, or so I have heard. Perhaps the flower holder is a member of an endangered species prized by hunters, and the head is occupying a place of honor near the hearth of a real predator.
This photo is great because there is nothing …absolutely, nothing …suggesting political dysfunction and chaos. I am going to sit back and wait for other Twitter Tale contributors to prove me wrong.
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Twitter Tales #140-11 June 2019
Essie had earned a respectable reputation as a specter. Then came reality TV. Spirits now had to compete with demons for attention.
“Oh Basil, I hate this century!”
“Don’t lose your head over it Essie. Demons bore easily. You’ll see.”
“I didn’t mean…oh dear!”
“Edgar, come to the door, I’m on a schedule here! I’m a temp working for Rave N message service. I know you weren’t expecting a crow, but we’ve been busy. Ray said I should simply knock on your chamber door. Where is it? Could you give a bird a head’s up? I’m takin’ the flower.”